A JAMAICAN WEED EXPLOSION
Kavi let Harris and Arthur stride ahead. Her body felt frail, throbbing with a hollow ache. Her request—coffee first, please—had been roundly vetoed. She pinched herself, made sure this wasn’t some sort of nightmare. She half expected to walk into this costume shop to find an end of semester exam for a course she’d skipped.
"You look sick," Harris said.
Thanks, captain obvious. "I told you: Kavi does coffee first."